Chapter 438 - DUMBSTRUCK BIRTHDAY BOY (1/2)

Han Luo was showered with kisses. Before she got drowned any deeper in p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e, she pushed his c.h.e.s.t, refraining him from going any further.

She panted softly and said, ”Wait, wait, I haven't given you a present. We mustn't do this until I give you my present.”

Mo Yuan paused before lightly l.i.c.k.i.n.g her lips. ”What present?”

”You have to wait for a while. I need to go to the washroom,” saying that Han Luo's black pearl like eyes stared at him with anticipation.

Her eyes were irresistible. Mo Yuan's heart softened instantly. 'She must have worked hard for this gift,' he pondered. Giving her a small peck on the lips, he moved away from her and said, ”I want to know what you have prepared for me. Hurry and bring it for me.”

Han Luo's eyes glinted with a mischievous light. She then smiled brightly and said, ”Just wait a bit longer. I'll fetch it as soon as possible.” She swiftly headed toward the washroom.

Fifteen minutes passed, yet Han Luo was nowhere to be seen. Mo Yuan was becoming impatient. He couldn't understand why she needed so much time when she already prepared his gift. 'Is she deliberately teasing me?' He wondered.

She didn't make a single sound after going inside the washroom. He was about to stand up, getting ready to knock on the door when the door of the washroom opened all of a sudden.

Han Luo stepped out of the washroom while keeping her hands close to her c.h.e.s.t.

”!!!” Mo Yuan gaped at her. For a moment, he forgot to breathe. He wasn't able to move until she stepped closer to him.

Han Luo's cheeks were dyed in multiple shades of red. She was being shy, yet boldly walked forward.

She was wearing a black and white outfit. It was a short dress. The hem only reached her mid t.h.i.g.h. The tight clothes revealed all her curves.

The round neckline was showing her cleavage. Her legs were covered with s.e.xy lacy tights. Her hair was tied into a ponytail and a black scarf with white lace was tied up above her head securely.

She looked like a maid ready to serve her beloved master.

Han Luo couldn't look at him straight in the eyes. Her eyelids quivered as she lowered them to the ground. She opened her mouth and softly spoke, ”Tonight, Maid Luo will serve Master Yuan.”

Upon hearing her words, Mo Yuan's heart shook. He tried to gulp but his mouth felt as dry as the air in the Sahara desert. When she said she was going to give him a present, he was thinking of something like a couple of rings or outfits, just like she did when she gave him a matching wristwatch a few years ago.